Little boys should never be sent to bed, they always wake up a day older. ~Peter Pan
Last night at midnight, I wandered the house, tidying up, wondering why on earth my neighbour chose to shovel his walks at such an hour, checking that the doors were locked and the dishwasher set. Tucking little toes in blankets and bestowing sneaky Mommy kisses. Outside glowed mauve, shedding soft light through the windows. It is never really dark during a snowy winter night in the city.
The night felt heavy, momentous, as if something significant was about to occur. I lingered in Mr. L and Mr. G's room, listening to their soft snoring, breathing in their little boy scent (sweat and pee and sweetness), contemplating the past 3 years and wondering how time has gone by so quickly. It really doesn't feel long ago that we discovered we were expecting twins, a complete surprise. We had such trouble conceiving the first time, we were astonished to be expecting a second time, and two babies at once was the biggest shock of our lives, thus far. When the specialists thought that our boys wouldn't make it, due to TTTS (twin to twin transfusion syndrome), it was almost too much for me to bear. I loved these boys already, and I had not even met them yet. Every week, when another doppler ultrasound went well, I would cheer for my tough babies who were fighting to be in our family! It really is miraculous that the boys were born so strong at 34 weeks. I am forever grateful to our brilliant doctor for her determination and thoroughness and to the dear NICU nurses who took care of Mr. G for over 2 weeks while I was needed in more places than possible.
Today, the boys are three. It hasn't been easy, but it has been joyful! Everything is twice as adorable with twins, also twice as annoying. I have learned to love this heightened existence of twin life. My sons are adorable rascals, stubborn and creative, bright and happy. They fill my life with such joy, and make people smile wherever we go. Mr. L is our verbose child, always chatting, making us laugh. Yesterday he was eating an apple and had a little cough, he turned to me and said in the most serious tone imaginable, "Mommy, this is a spicy apple." Mr. L is also thoughtful, thinking of his brothers and others, helping to clean up and share. Mr. G is always building, train tracks, puzzles, pretend Batman worlds, such an imagination! Mr. G is full of jubilant energy, except for when he is collapsed on the bed like a Disney princess in a moment of sorrow... but the sad moment doesn't last long and he is soon off on his next adventure.
Happy Birthday to my lovely babies. You are growing so fast and I am prouder of you than you will ever know. Thank you for walking around the house singing this song, it is a wonderful reminder to me...
Here's a little song I wrote,
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy.
In every life we have some trouble,
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy...
Midnight winter skies. Life is beautiful.
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